Hello, my Tribelet of precious Mini-Women! You really are awesome.
Take for instance the way you all rallied around our Savannah (also known as Vanna) when her Nannie died. You immediately poured out the prayers and comforted her with your comments. Nobody even had to ask you to.
I know you’re going to be just as amazing in welcoming our newest member of the Triblet, CORINNE. Give her a big ol’ Tween-You-and-Me greeting, willya? Corinne, we’re so glad you’re here.
You know, speaking of our Savannah/Vanna, she posted a comment titled, EMBARRASSING MOMENT ALERT! and that gave me the idea for today’s post. I’m traveling a lot, (helping new writers get to be better ones) and can’t post as regularly as I like to, so this seems like the perfect time for something a little different. Are you up for it? Tell us about an awkward or embarrassing moment you’ve had, having to do with something about puberty, growing up, that kind of thing. If you haven’t read Savannah’s example comment, here you go …
We (me and my family) were shopping and there was this store and the bra section was in the front. My Pa , being a jokester, said ” Hey Savannah did you find you a bra in there?” Then everyone else (besides my mom and me) jumped right in. The embarrassing thing was I’m pretty flat-chested so it was REAL awkward when later the men were jokin bout them wearin’ ’em and what size they would wear and my brother said” Savannah would wear tiny teeny itty bitty ones.” AWKWARD!
You’ll have two weeks to get yours in because, as I said, I’m traveling. When I come back I’ll write a post about how to handle those moments when you pray for a trapdoor to appear in the floor so you can fall through it.
If you want to write in your Talking To God Journal (will someone explain to Corinne what that is?), talk to God about an embarrassing thing that gets to you for more than just one moment. Something that you wish you could change because it constantly makes you want to hide your face. Or your whole self. As you write, ask God to help you sort that out. I have a feeling you’ll discover some answers. But be sure to return Monday October 10 to see the ones I’ve learned in my life.
Meanwhile, remember that you rock — in God’s eyes and in mine. Blessings,
Hello, my Tribelet of Amazing Mini-Women! I just discovered that last week’s post got posted on the wrong site! ARGH!!! So here it is. Enjoy!
I’m liking those great attitudes about getting your period. I don’t usually do the whole “When I was your age…” thing, but this time I think it works: when I was 10 and found out about periods, I was secretly freaked out. I didn’t actually get mine until I was 12 1/2 so for two and a half years I lived in dread.
Of course, part of that was because no one actually sat down and talked to me about it. I found a booklet on my dresser one day after school, and that was pretty much all the information I got. So no wonder I would lie awake some nights and think, “This is going to be horrible!”
A lot has changed since then (yes, you can call them the old days if you want!). Women are more open about discussing their bodies. Which is probably why you’re doing so much better with it.
But one thing that hasn’t changed are the conversations that go on among girls at sleepovers and during PE on the days it’s raining and you’re just sitting around. When the discussion turns to periods — and somehow it almost always does — the “facts” come out that aren’t really facts at all. They’re just something somebody heard from somebody who told her who got it mixed up from some person who told HER. THOSE are the false statements that lead to the midnight freak-outs, no matter how good your attitude is. So today I want to set the record straight on those things you’ve heard that just flat out aren’t true.
“Menstrual blood is poisonous.” What? No way. It’s made by your own body!
“A boy can tell by smelling your breath that you’re on your period.” Seriously? He might be able to tell you had onions on your taco, but no. Just no.
“A dentist can tell you’re on your period.” I asked a dentist that once and he looked at me like I was nuts. Besides, even if he or she could, this is a medical professional who isn’t going to announce it in the waiting room, so who cares?
“You can’t go swimming if you’re on your period.” Why not if you’re using a tampon or a thin pad? A thicker pad will act like a sponge so you probably don’t want to go there, but being on your period shouldn’t keep you from having fun in the water.
“A tampon can get lost up in your body.” Not gonna happen. The only place it could go would be through your cervix into your uterus, and the opening of the cervix is about the size of a match head. Who comes up with this stuff?
“You shouldn’t wash your hair when you’re on your period.” Actually, there’s no better time TO stay clean and looking your best. It’ll make you feel better on bloated days.
“If you’re cranky and hateful when you’re on your period, that’s okay. It’s called PMS and you have no control over it.” Okay, you might be crabbier than usual just before your period — which is why it’s called premenstrual syndrome. Maybe you’ll be more weepy. Stuff that doesn’t usually get on your last nerve may make you want to pinch someone’s head off. However, that doesn’t mean you get to use it as an excuse to go around smacking people and getting into their faces.
Next week we’re going to talk about ways to feel more comfortable (and less like a drama queen) during your period. For now, just know that this much is true:
Anything new takes some getting used to, so, yeah, having your period can be a little funky at first. But the more you know about what’s going on and how to take the best care of yourself, the less of a nuisance it will be. Before you know it, it won’t be one tenth as annoying as your little brother.
And here’s the other thing. Even though the people in the Old Testament believed women were unclean when they were having their periods (and sent them out to live in a tent for the week!), we now know that just isn’t true. God created menstruation as part of the whole picture of being a woman. You might not be ready to buy that it’s actually kind of a beautiful thing that women have cared for and paid attention to and respected in their bodies since Eve, so just think of it this way: it makes you part of a wonderful club called Women.
If you want to write in your Talking to God Journal, why not list the “myths” you’ve heard about the whole period thing that just don’t make sense to you. AND you might at least try to thank God that you’re a woman — because I’m here to tell you, it’s a pretty special thing.
So much so that I think we should each celebrate it. If you want to comment this week, tell us how you had a private little woman’s day party. Even though my period days are over, I’m still honoring the fact that I’m a woman, and I’m going to mark that right now by making myself a soy latte. You might snag a couple of cookies and some milk and curl up on your bed with your fave girlie book. Or find a quiet place in your backyard to sit with some ice tea and a sketch pad. Maybe you’ll paint your toenails or re-decorate your backpack or call your BFF and giggle for ten minutes. Whatever you do, tell us about it.
And meanwhile, thank you, God, for letting us be girls!